I went and saw My Bloody Valentine on Friday night, at the behest of Pitchfork. Here’s what I thought of it. (photos not mine). This is, I think, the first live review I’ve ever written for (non-FT) publication – it was fun to do, especially when I put on my adjective hat. Congratulations to whoever suggested “eviscerating” at the pre-gig drinks: I apologise profusely for not fitting somnambulent in, or hypnotic oscillations, or ethereal. It really wasn’t any of those things.